That Day My Racism Got Called Out in the Grocery Store

The Hazards of Seeing Color When We Tell Ourselves We Don’t

Photo by Marie-Michèle Bouchard on Unsplash

I wish I could say this was decades ago, but it wasn’t. It was maybe eight years ago. And I wasn’t being a Karen or a Becky — it wasn’t like that. But it was a moment when my secret “othering,” my anxiety about Blackness got noticed and called.